Oh, Muse!

Oh, Muse! If only I could feel the sure pressure of his hand against my skin, rubbing away the cold. If only I could feel the tickling warmth of his breath against my skin, as he comes closer to me yet. If only I could feel the amazing safety of his arms around me, as they banish the loneliness. But my dearest, wonderful, thoughtful, amazing, Muse: You give me the gift of inspiration, of imagination, of creativity, of dreaming. And though I can't thank you enough, I can't help but wish, that for once, you'd give me something more substantial.